Heather Barton

Yes, I won another concert show from 98.7.  

So last month Sex God and I went to the Fox Theater to see Portugal. The Man.  (Yes, that’s how the band spells their name.. I don’t know why, I also don’t care why!)   The email said it was for Saturday night but the contest winning said it was for Friday and THAT was what I was going to trust! Ha…. so Brant (aka Sex God) had to change his Friday plans with his co-worker to attend.  Poor Al…. so wanted Sex God to hang ALL night at one of his house parties.  He seems to think that drinking all night is THE most fun and actually told him “Bro’s before Ho’s!”

His other co-worker, Cesar, actually chuckled at that one.  And Cesar is a fellow Coachella bud of mine so I sent him a chastising text over THAT!   (Sex God admits that after meeting me Cesar is now looking for a Cougar… Sex God told him what he REALLY needed was a Slut.. I take both titles as a compliment.)

Two paragraphs and I still haven’t got to describing the concert.  Tells you how interesting it was!

Before the concert Sex God, Luke & I all went for sushi at my favorite place in Glendale.  Zono Sushi with its huge happy hour menu from 3pm to closing.  The salmon was delicious although we were a bit disappointed in the yellowtail and, sadly, in the service.  Although they remembered Luke, as last time was his first and they got a kick over the expressions on his face when he tried amazing things like octopus, oh and a mouthful of ginger! hahaha..

Once home we watch a little Big Bang Theory and then head out to the venue.  Parking seemed challenging but downtown Pomona was very well lit and a pleasant walk.  I brought both my old license under my married name and my new one under my maiden name.  I’m not sure WHICH the tickets would be under and was a little worried the date snafu would play out.  But it was all good.

Fox Theater is very much like the Wiltern Theater.  It looks like a refurbished old movie theater where they took ALL the seats out to create a mosh pit.  So we ordered drinks and explored.  It was a first time in such a venue for Sex God so he was appropriately “Wow… cool!” and I was a bit more jaded.. Ha!  We stood in the  mosh area (plenty of room, hello… only 9pm!) and watched the opening band Lonely Forest.

I immediately noticed that the sound system seemed to overwhelm the building which housed it.  Creating a situation where the base was drowning out all the words to whatever they were singing.  Which was sad cuz they sounded like a pretty good band!  Maybe they’ll get lucky and play Coachella next year.

About halfway through their set we went to pee & get another drink and on the way back discovered that the balcony (where the bathrooms were) had seats!  So us Old Folks found some comfy theater seats to enjoy the music from there.  The acoustics were a bit better but frankly, I began to doze off even through the audible base pounding.   Which was actually a little refreshing!

Did I mention the stage lighting choices SUCKED!

When Portugal. The Man came on  were were looking forward to it, but the house music they played before it (shit from the 50′s!) was really grating!  Perhaps it should have been a warning.  The main event began and again, WAAAAAY too much base… and I LOVE base!  But not only could we NOT tell what the words were, but we couldn’t tell which one of the 5 guys were singing!  I finally figured out it was the guitar guy on the left, but there was no spotlight on him, barely an indication he was singing at the microphone.  So, I had no connection to him.  And without a connection to the music by hearing the words or seeing the lead singer, I quickly got bored.

So when Sex God turns to me and notices that I’m dozing off, he yells into my ear.  “I’m pretty done with this, if you want to leave.”  I’m all… yea!  I’ve slept/worn off the alcohol that was buzzing through my system.  And being always horny as hell, I’d rather be in between the sheets with my man than sitting bored in a theater!

I did learn two things….  cuz you know me… its all about what I learned!

I concluded that ALL women should wear panty liners at these  events(or any public toilet situation where you’ll encounter lines).  Cuz lets face it girls… at SOME point in the evening you’ll finally get a toilet only to realize that it has no TP.   Just saying… a nice liner protecting your cute panties that you wore for the evening comes in handy!

And I learned that not all hand dryers are the same!  The hand dryers in The Fox Theater run like a woman.  You gotta put your hands under it and wait while it deigns to notice you, then it slowly builds up air flow and if you move your hands to rub them together or turn them over the whole machine stops and you have to begin the process all over again.   Just makes me glad I’m not a man!

And that I wore pants to the venue!!

I’ve been watching the t.v. show Scandal (reminds me of West Wing, so…. yay!) and there is a torrid, forbidden affair between the main character and the President of the US.   In a flash back episode where they are just realizing, along the campaign trail that the feelings are more than chemistry, I had a little epiphany.

Sometimes when two souls connect, ready to meet, reality has so very little to do with it.  And you can see it in this scene.   He asks her to stand with him in this quiet space, to just “be” together, for only one minute.  Forgetting the fact he’s married & running for President and she’s working for him.  To just BE two souls enjoying the close proximity.

So many women long for that connection.  They believe they have it when they meet their perceived Mr. Right.  And men desire to connect on that level also, but women have built up so much “expectation and responsibility” around it men often shy away from the consequences or risk of that connection.   Especially if it slams them.

But here’s the thing.   Sometimes that soul you meet doesn’t give a shit about reality…. it just knows it needs to be near that other soul.  That other soul is important for its own happiness and growth.  It NEEDS it.  Without it, the journey won’t move forward.  And it’s how we interpret this, how we act upon it, that defines us in that moment of soul connection.  Defines the Journey, I should say, not so much us, really.

Sometimes its just an eye opening touch about unknown desires you didn’t know you had.  Those hidden aspects to your own personality that this soul meeting brings to light.   Some people don’t like what they see and ignore it, run from the Journey, not realizing it will only come up again at a later time.  Such silly denial… Growth will not be deterred.   Although Fundamentalists will often call this being “Tested by Satan” but its just Fate giving you the opportunity to grow as a soul.

I’ve been the “tester” and I’ve had people come into my life and experienced that soul connection that means growth.   And I treasure it.  Both ways.  I’m unique in many aspects.  I think outside the box on most sexual and emotional issues so it seems perfectly natural for Fate to use me to expand the Journey of other souls.   Especially if that growth is along the lines of sex or desires.   I’ve chosen not to shy away from this charge because I’ve seen the benefit to me and to others.

My heart still warms to the pivotal and completely Fate driven meeting of David.  I treasure the impact he had on my life and will always want to give him a hug, like a lost comrade.   I don’t long for him as a lost soul mate, though the connection was there for that to be a possibility.  And I don’t resent his choice not to take that path.  I grew in knowing him and I like to think he grew also.  That alone made the connection necessary and wonderful and valued.   Enhanced our separate Journeys even though we were only within each physical proximity for 2 hours in 7 months of contact.

This very belief is what makes my Sex God my true perfect soul companion.  He is the same way.  He believes it and knows that his own Journey is not that of the average male.  Our walking together not only enhances our own Journey’s it doesn’t hinder Fate from allowing us to enhance the Journey of others since we are on the same path.

And to top this all off.. now Fate (or Facebook…. whatever!)  is using me to connect others.  “Big deal” you say?  Well, it is when you watch that connection become a soul connection on the Journey of two of your friends.  It is when you, through a friend of a friend of a friend, are able to connect a soul to another or to enhance that soul by bouncing off the unique ideas of THIS Cougar/Milf/Slut/Comedian.

And when that friend turns away from the amazing connection Fate has shown him, I can be there for my other friend.  Having experienced it myself.  He will grow either way from the encounter even as he turns away, as will she.  I know.  Whether his desperate choice to cling to his current unhappiness due to responsibility will work out is yet to be seen.  (And no, my David, NOT talking about you… yours was not unhappiness, nor just responsibility   )

Either way, Fate/God/Kismet, whatever you want to call it….  the Merry-Go-Round we are on has way more than just one brass ring.  Fate makes sure of that.  Especially if that ring is a lesson for growth you are destined to learn.

I just spent a day at the CalWIC conference.  This is an educational conference for people who work for the government WIC (Womens, Infants, Children) agency.  As a company that sells breastfeeding DVDs, we vendor at these type of conferences.  Yet I don’t sell much at these type of conferences.  See I have to watch the stock & pass out fliers.  Because at a WIC conference most of the vendors are passing out free cereal or other free item.  So the attendees kinda think EVERYTHING in the exhibit hall is free

But the nice thing about a that is you never go hungry! There is fruit and juice and cereal galore!  I was across the isle from a new grocer and they were serving delicious food one of which was a to-die-for Butternut Squash Soup, complete with recipe.

Ah, but it turns out Sex God was due to bring in food for 15 for his work lunch group so we decided to cook up the Squash soup.  It was either that or our Mole sauce which I knew took a lot of time.  We popped over to the market to get our 1 missing ingredient when I realized the recipe fed 4 and we needed to feed 20 (me & the kids for dinner that night).  So we ended up filling 2 handcarts with celery & carrots & veggie stock & anything else I needed…like desert!

Then Sex God and I began peeling and chopping and I quickly realized that this was NOT going to fit into one pot!  Hell, it took 6 bowls to HOLD all the prepped veggies!  So I quickly got a second (and then a third!) pot and began to try and brown the veggies per the recipe instructions.  That completely didn’t work!  So we just loaded them up with stock and boiled them which was the second step.

Lucky for me I’d snagged a roasted chicken from Vons & threw this meat at the kids for dinner.  That and raw carrots and by the time we were finally cooking the veggies it was “Here’s desert!”

Once everything was all cooked I realized the next challenge was the fact my blender wasn’t going to do this in one go!  Add to that the fact the realization that each pot didn’t have the exact same ingredients so we needed to blend them all together and I’d not even added the spices yet!   But we managed it by working together although I quickly had to modify the recipe!

See I’d tasted it before and I knew how it should taste and what we had was too celery tasting.  Now it’s possible this was due to not being able to brown it, so for next time I’m cooking a single batch & maybe using my large skillet first!  In any case, I was able to finally get it to a nice squash, sweet curry taste that satisfied me.  All of it!  And I was amazed at how easy soup was to make.  I’m looking forward to trying more creamy soups

Sex God made a perfect assistant and took my huge black pot filled with soup to work along with the half loaf of multigrain bread I had left.  (Not a problem since I went shopping the next day.)  And I still had a quart to put in my freezer and a quart to put in my fridge.  We got it all finished by 9pm! Luke & Evan were still awake and both wanted a taste so I took a spoonful up to them.  That got a delicious thumbs up.

This is the SECOND load of dishes they had to do!

Haha…. Wait till they see the mess they’ll get to clean up!  The upside to having   slaves  kids.

Well, here I am at the California WIC conference.  Ironically its been less than a week since I left the desert only to truck back here for a 2 day conference!  The drive up just didn’t feel the same without my Sex God in the car with me.  But the trip even started out differently.

For one my App Map took me on a completely different route than the last time.  And THAT was something that taught me NOT to try a new route on a trip out of Los Angeles.  I only had to get off and correct once.. but it was a much less enjoyable drive since I was constantly asking myself if I’d made the wrong decision.

Finally, I arrive and I realize that the ball on this conference DID get dropped.  I’d forgot to order the electricity AND the extra table.   Lucky for me that was a simple fix of contacting the company handling such services.  So I get it all set up and I’ve got about 2 hours to kill so I check into my room.  And discover that the JW Marriott Resort in Palm Desert has got to be the WORST laid out hotel I’ve ever been in!  I got lost trying to find my room from the parking garage.  Then got lost from my room to the conference room.  The layout is crazy, the hallway rooms narrow which is even worse when the cleaning service carts are cluttering it up.

I will say the staff is very polite.  One young man tried to help me find my room, but my room is at the very, very tip end of the odd layout and as soon as he mentioned stairs I told him I’d find an elevator, since I had my small carryon bag.  So I wander about looking for an elevator, vainly heading in what I thought was the correct direction.  Finally I just go to the lobby, find the elevator the hotel clerk told me about and at least get to the right floor before I begin the long trek to my room.  Lets just say that if the lobby blows up, I probably wouldn’t even hear it!  But maybe that’s cuz the noise from the pool party is only drowned out by the ducks in the pond!

I get to the first hours of the conference and realize that I didn’t bring the back up hand outs.  So I’m a little hesitant to hand out all my fliers to people who may not want them.  Changes the booth layout a bit, but its workable.  Yet the last straw was me forgetting the order forms!  Oh. My. God!  Here I am supposed to TRY to sell DVDs to 1,000 members of a government agency that doesn’t have many funds and I don’t even have receipts for those that DO buy.  So I improvise.  I find an ancient receipt book, (can’t find the change envelope to be able to give change should they actually use cash!) and I get a pad of paper out to collect emails, names & addresses.  Most of the transactions are with Square on my iPhone and I can email them a receipt.  But my Sprint is being wonky, also!

Ah well.  The first 3 hours finally end and I manage to make it back to my hotel room.  Since I don’t like to eat late I satisfy myself with snagging a cereal box or two from the other venders.  I did manage, during the 3 hours of crowd, to get some cheese & crackers.  Only twice did the servers manage to make it all the way down to my end-of-the-row, so I only snatched a beef skewer & a overly fancy mini-pizza.  But I was too exhausted to be hungry anyway.

A bit of texting with Sex God and I’m out for the night.  Taking only a half hour to write a little post for my sadly neglected blog.  Yup, people, THAT’s how busy I’ve been with life.   I’ll get to the Coachella post and that other half done posts eventually.  As soon as I have both inspiration and time.

Hahahahahaha….  boy, I crack myself up.

So its that time of year again.  I’m leaving tomorrow morning for my annual Coachella Music Festival vacation.  I’m looking forward to 3 days of no responsibility, no cooking, no homework, no work of any kind.

I’m even leaving my computer at work (for the temp employee I’ve hired for when I’m gone).  Although that’s not as big a threat as it would seem since I now have an iPhone and can check emails & post on the blog & on Facebook.  But if you’ve noticed…. I haven’t been posting much. 

It’s a testimony to how busy I’ve been.   Busy enough at work to have to hire a temp for two days a week.  Helping me stay ahead of everything that is going on at work.  And she’s a real gem I hope we can make permanent.    With only two months left of school the kids are just trying to drive me crazy with the amount of homework they have and the dilemma of this kid failing this class and that kid failing that one and the other getting notes home from the teacher.  It all kind of leaves me with soooooo little time to myself.  Especially since the Ex STILL refuses to take any custody of the oldest.

Which is why I treasure my 3 days of music in the desert.  Treasure it enough to take an extra day in the condo suite to just lie around on the lazy river pool and empty my mind.  Hopefully to come back to work refreshed and ready to tackle…. get this….  a conference a week later in the same city!

Life is hilarious!

Tomorrow I turn 49. 

Mmmmmm... cake.....

I’m both happy and blase about it.

Happy cuz, well, I look GOOD for 49!  And blase about it cuz I’ve had a lot of birthdays come and go.  And since I spend EVERY day celebrating myself, it seems kinda redundant to do it on my birthday.   Plus my true celebration is at the Coachella Music Festival which I’m attending in 9 days time.  3 days of music, music & sex.  Going with my Sex God and Mike & Freddie just like last year.  My vision of making it a wild sex/music weekend may have to wait until I turn 50.

Apparently the economy has made it impossible for people to even come up and share a hotel room in the desert with me. lol.  Even with meeting several people who are as musically minded and I.  Ahhh.. well, there is hope for next year.

My mother wants to take me and the boys out for dinner on my birthday.  I’ve managed to postpone her till Saturday due to the fact I’m taking the boys to Six Flaggs tomorrow.   Its actually coincidental that its on my birthday.  The kids are out of school for Spring Break and since I got them 2012 season passes for Christmas, I feel obligated to get my money’s worth!   And with the rain today and the rain set for Friday… well, that leaves Thursday to miss a day at work & play.

So its just works out to be on the my birthday.   And beyond that I don’t really have any plans.  Every day with Sex God is a treasure and he already gave me a lovely earring-  necklace- bracelet set.  My Dad is sending me the usual check & everyone is extremely busy with their lives.  Hell, I don’t even think I’ve got my birthday listed on my Facebook page! lmao.

For myself, I think I’m going to skip the gym tomorrow and get a little extra sleep!   I did a hell of a lot today and I anticipate a hell of a lot of walking tomorrow.   But I feel pretty accomplished.  Got the kids dental apt set for Friday.  Got the taxes mailed.  Hit Vons & Costco so all the grocery shopping is done.  Put in 4 hours of work to try and make up what I’m losing taking tomorrow off.

Even managed to drop the middle son with his bike off at his school so he could bike home & get an idea of the best route & how long it will take.  Cuz he’ll be biking to and from summer school in June.

Geez, I’m tired just reading it and about to pass out from typing and its only 8 pm!

So wish me a happy birthday.

More importantly… wish me the Naughty Birthday Party I envision next year for my 50th!